The Cold Transition

We feel our options are so broad, No end to what we can achieve Look around at homeless addicts, thinking That will never be me There’s something special about that time When we thought life was worth living When we lived in unsuspecting accord And remained oh so forgiving Apprehension and distress, Plain ignorance and greed Time forces us to change Our notion of security Now it’s time to pay the bills, Can’t forget to take your pills, Moving faster with each day The hole inside can’t be filled Education, occupation What’s it all for in the end? Submission precedes extinction Though it’s not what we intend We try to grab on As time slips through our hands Knowing all the while It’s something we cannot withstand We’re living in the future; Choking on the past Trying to convince ourselves The sickness will not last Until that day when we reflect And see what could have been Overcome with regret, we ask Why we can’t live again